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There once was a Vulcan named Spock
embarrassed when people would mock
his strange pointy ears
He would burst into tears...
until he had both of them cropped!
We all know a Captain named Kirk
It was well known that he was a jerk!
When the Enterprise docked
when he saw Mister Spock
he'd laugh at those chopped ears, that hurt!!
Each one of the Enterprise crew
felt that Spock's self-esteem was so blue
that they grabbed Captain Kirk
by his feet, like clockwork
and tossed from the spaceship he flew!!
Mister Spock's ears had finally healed through
He pierced each with earrings brand new
Captain Kirk in disgrace
Floats in deep outer space
What became of him?....nobody knew!!
All the evidence was quickly erased
Mutineers did not leave any trace
Although Kirk may be gone...
He lives now, in re-runs.
So you "Trekkies" can still see his face!!
Sing a silly song with me off key
Pretend we are big golden stars
Walking on clouds gracefully
Winning every suitors red heart
We never stay down for long
The force of hope in us too great
We dance with joy the force is strong
And angels will guide our way
We don't need a color TV
We entertain ourselves well
In our hand of creativity
We make our magic so swell
My inner child loves to smile
And has ignored reasons to cry
Poetic mother moon swoons proud
Father sun beans esteem in blue sky
In fact this is the aftermath
Of writers block of my brain
I can be free in poetic tasks
If I don't strain my pink brain
Tanzanite in my crown glittering bright
Jadeite cool touches my breast at a ball
Grandidierite graces a ring at night
But just one lost my soul will bring a squall
Red Beryl Emerald decorates ring
A lovely jewel so rare formed of magma
Love puts a person's spirit in high esteem
A soft blanket warm worn like manta
Black Opal's varied colors bring delight
Dancing necklace against a little dress
Jeremejevite clear to pale blue sight
Dazzles searching eyes with lustful distress
Let love be the rarest most valuable
A rare gem to adorn a crown affable
Contest: A Gem For Your Verse
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Written: October 25, 2016
You cried when I walked away from us,
And decided to reposition forward to another.
You thought I vacant on the covetousness,
Then to reside in my secure stages of love.
You wept when you instituted that my being,
Cheated on you with a licentious woman,
Then to coerce my lustful ways with you.
Your tears were mistaken to come down your cheek for me,
Cause my psyche was wrong to deceive on something exceptional
Like you.
I?m just blinded from what your perception brought to me.
You tried to take the trepidation of wanting esteem,
And just residing in the love you was positioning out for me.
The times were magical in my eyes.
You never asked for prosperity,
But just for to be adored by a spirit like me.
We would always debate on certain issues,
But would never turn our backs on one another.
We was the love chronicle that was prepared to be seen
And never had a beautiful finale too.
I used to offend your physical attributes,
And be inconsiderate for the choices you made in your life.
So for all my devious ways,
My player days,
Everything that I did to affront your being,
I just have to say ?I?m apologetic for being the discourteous person I was.
I did not appreciate your feelings and thoughts,
But was just not in keen on hearing your quandary with us.
Maybe I known we wasn?t inclined for one another,
Or maybe my empathy knew that you would exhibit tenderness towards it.
I think about you constantly like my prayers in the morning,
And my qualms at night.
But you won?t talk to me,
Or read the little annotations or sonnet's I write to you.
But if God himself gave me one more probability to prove my love once again with
you,
I would complete the sovereign you ached for in time.
No one with your exquisiteness and wits,
Should whimper over someone misguided of your love.
And for that I?m sorry for taking you through my tribulations of being a man.
Form:
Love has been narrated in novels ,
set to music in songs and expressed in poems with various rhymes:
remembering its glories and lamenting its tragedies;
but this is the ode I've written for those true life's true heroes,
not about someone I've loved and lost,
to cherish the miracle of every breath!
And many have laid down their lives,
so that I can live free and remember the battles they fiercely fought;
and who wouldn't shout, in gratefulness, to the blazing skies?
Brave ones resting in your decorated graves,
God won't forget you when another rainbow reflects
all the beautiful colors of your flags waving, at sun-down,
over the damp grass where the little daises are blooming;
and I have brought the same flowers
that you liked to give to your darlings:
to thank you for your bravery on the incendiary fields...
thinking less of you and more of your countrymen!
Dauntless ones, you gave up your precious lives
and gone to foreign lands to be vigilant and tough,
to allow your children to live their dream
in the freest land that Humankind has ever known;
and how many envy what they hold in their palms?
They are as precious as glaring diamonds,
and as beautiful as the brilliantly rising dawn;
and be sure that they will defend their freedom at any cost...
and fight for it by marching with grace and esteem!
And how can an inspirited poet narrate all the great and sad events...
if not through the sincere voice of his heart-felt verses?
I will not invoke a muse, but a living God to inspire me;
and I won't add or take anything away for the sake of honesty!
Take heart, sorrowful writer and make the words flow with spontaneity;
honor those true life's heroes with your infallible intellect:
to eternally preserve their tenacious and noble memory...
when others repress it and lay it to an unguarded rest!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
I AM AROUND TO AGING
I look forward to thinking about my old age
Yet to come, but not too far away
My son watches me thoughtfully always.
He tries to help me climb and stand by
asking to be careful, that reminds me
I am ageing
Growing old means losing all the strength
that esteem now
Oh! sad, fading the glory,
temperament, bloom, and insight
Shall not see the kaleidoscopic atmosphere
Beautiful faces of loving children, relatives, and flowers
Shall not hear melodies
whistling of birds, ecstatic tunes
And shall be abandoned by everybody
And the isolation will creep into me
wrinkle skin castoffs the fragrances
Sometimes, my fingers tremble
When I am going to hold something
That is, gesturing, my nerves are getting weaker
and many more disorders queuing behind my shadow
my normal practices and desires
forsake without my approval
shadows of sad feelings pursue my footprints
I feel I shall run fast to the cavern of decayed
The day our first Grandchild was born in my family
A new star appeared in the sky in succession
For the first time, I consent now, I am an old man!
At this moment,
I looked around my son’s blossoming face
I see a rising sun, but in my mind,
A weary sun is sinking!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
Stomach-wrenching body blows dog those
blighted by endemic fiasco,,
grim dervish whirl of death a maybe one day royal flush,
predicament that hoodoo mark in frozen ink,
cataclysmic episode relentless as unfolding bleak plot,
monumental exploits somehow never quite transpire,
catalogue of hair-brained schemes hatched,
bearing doomed lugubrious stamp,
dream laden Walter Mitty high wire act,
accomplishment on Richter scale peak,
yearned from one’s deep canyon gut,
now faint spark ashen bonfire residue,
gilt-edge province fosters stainless steel chariot endeavour,
before mockery of ego rejection slips encroach,
painstaking gumption beyond familiar human norms boomerang,
mishap strewn pathways evince ghoulish graveyard howl,
magic is anathema to wretched soul oppressed by contretemps,
reverse that coy euphemism for continuous blunt flop,
Midas gold tarnished outlier but gutter bound nightmare,
subconscious eerie whisper that most rough cast turnscrew,
havoc wreaking spiral to amorphous gridlock,
blunder prone DNA blueprint askew,
self-esteem a rudderless craft whose
guile is rent on wicked sea,
photo finish phantom world frustration,
triumph that slippy eel marsh light,
almost there whiff of breath podium glory,
yet tantalising distance an abject sandbank,
one can only shudder, tender ocean womb mourning,
for such victims of satanic wrongful bind,
whose chilling lack baffles earthborn portrait
I walked with a giant today along a rippling mountain stream.
He's been my friend for years, I hold Him in high esteem!
Tho' at times I've strayed from His sheltering love and care,
He always welcomes me back, His fellowship willing to share!
I walked with a giant today and we talked of many things.
His voice as calm and soothing as angelic orchestral strings.
He took my hand when I tripped over obstacles along the trail.
His solicitude was so tender for this mortal man so frail.
I walked with a giant today - He was concerned about brotherhood.
He sadly mused, "Why can't humankind turn from evil and do good?
Oh! If only folks to one another would strive to be less cruel!
This could be, if only they'd abide by The Golden Rule!"
I walked with a giant today - He showed me the grandeur of Creation.
Magnificent tor and bountiful plain created for our inspiration.
Towering trees, pristine lakes, sleek cattle of the prairie.
The majestic golden eagle surveying his domain from its aerie!
The giant I strolled with today was my friend Jesus of Galilee.
Though unseen, His presence was as real to me as could be!
What a guide, what a pal, a true and trusted friend indeed!
An understanding and compassionate friend to turn to when in need!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Honorable Mention in the "Poem of Faith" Contest - June 2010
WHY I LOVE MY SON
It isn't what you've done in life
My reason for loving you
It is not because you are more handsome
Than any guy I ever knew
...
But it is all you have not done
That has made me a grateful mom
And were my heart's secrets on display
All would know why I love you son
You have never struck a woman
Though she shattered your heart
You've never broken vows you made
Never complained of your heart torn apart
You've never displayed disrespect for your Daddy
But have held him in high esteem
You've not journeyed through Hell on earth
Losing your ability to dream
You have not refused to believe life would get better
That one day sorrow would end
Never gave up hope that happiness
Would find you just around the next bend
You've not permitted laziness to overtake you
You've worked diligently all your life
You rarely allowed foolishness to make decisions
Instead you listened to common sense and avoided strife
You've never whipped or rejected your sons
Were not absent when they sought your advice
You were never a disappointment as a brother
But a gift, a joy, a delight to Shawn and
You remain one of his greatest treasures
From his life on earth to the world beyond
If you want to know the heart and soul of a real man
Look not on his time spent on the mountain top
Look instead on his journey through Hell on earth
And ponder on the wars he's won and fought
Joan Ellis June 2019
When you believe in yourself you can't lose
No approval needed to do as you choose
If they don't like it thats fine because you do
Whatever you do is not necessarily for their view
You don't perform actions to get their attention
Be your own fan with no need to be mentioned
The highest rank ever reached is the one you set
Making your own standards as high as it can get
Try doing things that makes a deep impression
Impressions on yourself from your own expressions
Comparing yourself to others is one way to fail
Do all things in such a way that no one can tell
Opinions can be cherished but not what you need
Belief in yourself is the reason you succeed.